- Erotic Poetry
- Middle of the Night
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Here in the middle of the fucking night
I think of her body, its warm delight
Forbidden fruit, just out of reach
But never less, I think of a beach,
Where we might frolic, nude? probably not
Noon-day sun burning hot
Two cold beers, no one around
Just us two and the ocean sound,
What would we talk about, what would we do
Something old, or something new
I'd offer to rub sun cream on her skin
Always planning where to begin,
To love this women, I've known forever
A good friend, but failed endeavor
Put on this Earth to tease me, I guess
The love of my life, I confess,
I wonder what goes on in her brain
What does she think about in the rain
What does she do alone in the shower
Does anyone have access to her flower?
And oh that flower, I dream of the taste
The scent, the feel, the thrill of the race
Up the mountain of sensual desire
Dreams of that moment never expire,
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